It was hard to tell with all of the mud and other things covering us."Yes, we're twins," we admitted."Don't you think that you used a lot more explosi...e than necessary?" he asked after that."We know what the demolition formulas call for, but they are often wrong. Our father always told us that you can never use too much explosive, and nothing that he ever blew up remained standing after he set off the charges," I told him. He smiled before going to inspect what the others had done.The class was. Sam then asked if I wanted him to stay on the couch to sleep it off or should we try and get him into the bedroom? I told him it would probably be better if we got him into the bedroom. We picked him up again and then made the difficult move to the bedroom. My poor robe wasn’t made to handle all the tugging and pulling it had to go through while we moved my husband into bed. Sam never took his eyes off of me while I again had to put my robe back on. As I was taking my husband’s shoes off. Laughing I saw her horror grow as I flexed the clamps open and close, "All day Cloe, the second you are done I want you there wearing them." But," she started."NO! You will pay for being a bitch to me for making the already dangerous job I had deadly. Some of the things you tried to do could have gotten me killed many times over, You are mine bitch 'til I say different finally you will know the pain and humiliation you put me through," again the color drained from her face. I could see she was. The bed is just a matter of a few steps and a couple seconds away, but as I am already greedily hoping for more, I aim to remain here, this time… As you cry out for more contact, I quickly grab all the pillows, stuffing a couple behind your upper back, allowing for a semi-recline, before quickly jumping to my knees between yours, my hands gripping at your knees, sliding under your thighs, tempted to throw your legs over my back, but instead, keeping your legs to where you can get some gain.